Her name is Xiaoyun and she is always thirteen years old.
Immortal species, will never grow old. But there is a river in her eyes, and in the river is everyone she sends away.
She received a seed and walked into a fantasy world called "Tianyun" - where there was no pain, no death, and everyone lived happily. I almost didn't want to come back.
But she woke up. Because her river is still flowing.
Then she spent many years doing one thing:
Change "Tian Yun" into "Yun Tian".
Start with a leaky tiled house. Set up academies, teach literacy, run newspapers, and organize farmers' associations. They have been smashed, burned, and suppressed. Seven children died, her comrades left, her head turned gray, but she was still walking.
Ten thousand years later, she sat on the threshold and told stories to the children.
There was another person beside her, quarreling with her.
"You are not old until you have traveled through the green mountains."
"The scenery here is unique."
Intention: Stand for everyone